I could already see the pack of idiots standing at their usual spot in the quad. The biggest guy was flailing his arms around and the rest of the group was laughing at whatever he was saying. Whether it was funny or not, they'd be laughing anyway. That's how it is when you're high 24/7. Or at least that what how I'VE been told it is when you're high. Yeah, if you couldn't tell, I'm not exactly the school pot-head, or the school rebel, or even the school class-clown. Nope.

My name is Spencer Carlin, and I'm pretty much just your average, everyday, all-American teenage girl; blonde hair, blue eyes and all.

My brother, Glen, the football jock you see in every high-school movie. He's the school's first-string quarterback during football season. but after that he's the captain of the basketball team. The guy every girl wants to be with, and all guys wanna be like. As much as he hates to admit that we're related, its pretty obvious. We're twins, so you can only imagine how many times I'm told I look just like my older brother. "Older" is really overdoing it. It was like five minutes.

"Well look who it is..." One of the girls from the pack of idiots walked over to me and leaned her arm on the table, trying to look cool...or maybe she just couldn't stand up thanks to whatever concoction she was on. "Little Miss Carlin over here thinking we didn't realize where she was."

I've learned to just be quiet and let them talk until they get tired of me not saying anything. Their game is to try and get people angry so then they can get into a big brawl that the school talks about for a few hours. They're the biggest attention whores of the entire school.

"Come on. We've heard you talk before. We know you're not a mute, Carlin." She grabbed my sandwich I was eating and took a big bite.

"This is boring as hell. Can't we just leave the little bitch alone and find something better to do?" The big guy that talks with his hands asked.

She just rolled her eyes at him. "Shut up and stop being such a little pussy, Aiden."

"Well, hey; you are what you eat." He smirked and got high-fives from everyone else in their little group. "But you better watch it, LITTLE SIS."

Again, she rolled her eyes, but got up and joined the rest of them. "Catch you later, Carlin." She grinned as she grabbed the remains of my sandwich and my water bottle. "Thanks for the food."

So, I guess you're wondering why I let them walk all over me. Its pretty much 'cause its pointless to argue with them. I wasn't being mean or kidding when I said they were high 24/7. The little group that you were just introduced to, are the school druggies.

Personally, I just think its pathetic that the school isn't doing anything. All the students know that the teachers know, but yet they just let it all pass like they're taking an Advil and not Oxycotton or something! I'm not gonna say anything though. My entire family knows Glen was taking steroids since he made the varsity team. They just didn't know he started taking them again after they found out and made him stop. They also don't know the idiot pack are the ones giving him the supply of it. Honestly, my parents are smart people! How hard is it to figure out who he got it from when you have poster-child potheads prancing around school!

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I was in Mr. Manaldo's class listening to him give us a lecture about our grades and stuff. Well, not really to ME. I have an A in his class, and I'm like, his favorite student. So, he obviously wasn't directing his comments to me.

"Mr. Manaldo!" I yelled, and raised my hand up to get his attention.

"Yes, Spencer?" See, if it was any other kid, he probably would've started yelling at them for interrupting. Lucky for me, I'm just ANY student.

"Bathroom?" I asked while pointing to the door.

He just nodded his head and waved his hand off in the direction of the door. I almost jumped out of my seat once I got permission to leave. Once out of the classroom, I automatically enjoyed the silence in the hall. That's why I like getting out of class, even if its just to go the bathroom.

--

After I went into the bathroom and "did my business," I saw one of the only people I actually don't want to talk to washing her hands at one of the sinks.

"Well, look who it is," she said over-enthusiastically as she noticed me walk out of the stall. "Didn't think I'd run into you here. I didn't know perfect kids like you miss even the smallest bit of class."

I didn't do anything in response. I just walked to the sink and started washing my hands like she wasn't even there. When I deal with people like HER; its just something I do without thinking, 'cause in my mind, they really aren't there. Mentally, at least.

"Come on, Spencey. Talk to me. We've known each other for like, I don't know, but its a few years at least." She sat on the counter and put her legs out so I couldn't get by. "I'm not letting you out 'til you say something," she said while sticking her tongue out like an immature child.

I went to push her legs out of the way, but they stayed firmly in place. I should've known all that running she did getting away from the cops would mean she actually did have some leg muscles.

"Nice try, but I don't think that that's gonna work. So, why don't you just say somethin'? It'll save you the work of actually trying to move me." Still with her legs blocking me, she crossed her arms over her chest and grinned.

"Fine. There, I said something. Now can you let me go?" I went to walk past her, but her legs stayed firmly in place. My face was starting to get red from how aggravated she was making me.

"Technically, you said a little more than just 'something'," she said as she got up off the counter, but made sure to keep me trapped in here by standing in front of me. "I gotta say; I'm surprised, Carlin. Didn't think I'd ever hear shit come out of your mouth. I thought your parents don't let you talk to people like me." I fought the urge to roll my eyes, and just looked at random places in the bathroom. Anywhere but her.

"They don't. Which is why you should just let me go."

"And let you off that easy? I finally get you to actually say something to me, and you expect me to let you go right when we're building some groud? Come on, you're the smart one; you should know better." She grinned and thanks to her momentary lapse in concentration, I slipped away from her and literally ran out the bathroom door and back to class.

--

When I ran back into the class sweating and panting, needless to say, all eyes were glued to me.

"Ms. Calin, are you okay?" Mr. Manaldo stepped forward and placed a tentative hand on my shoulder. Behind his thick-framed glasses his green eyes looked like he just saw an alien.

But I just smiled. "Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to get back to see if you started the lesson on conic sections yet."

"Oh...um...well, yes. Tonight I want you to read the first section and at least attempt the odd-numbered problems. The evens will be tomorrow night's assignment. We'll have a more thorough discussion in tomorrow's class session, so whatever you don't finish tonight you will be expected to do by tomorrow. I won't be grading it, but you will have a quiz first-thing on Wednesday when you walk in." By now, the entire class was off in their own discussions. What everyone was doing tonight, who's dating who, who finally lost their virginity, and the party that's supposed to be going on this Friday.

"Okay, thank you." I flashed him my pearly white's and he reciprocated the action before we both sat down at our respective desks. Apparently he was done with lesson already. Great, looks like I'll have a busy night trying to figure this out.

"It's not that hard." I turned over, not expecting anyone to talk to me. My friend's don't have this period with me. "If you want to, I could help you with it after school, or something." He gave me a small smile, but I was caught up on figuring out who he was. Seriously, I know EVERYONE in this class, except for him...or maybe I'm still freaked out over the bathroom incident. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

"Um...I'm sorry, but your name seems to have slipped my mind." His smile grew at my awkwardness and he extended his hand out.

"Jason. Jason Atkins." I shook it, still stressing over not remembering him. "I don't think we were ever formally introduced."

"No, I don't think so. Those fumes from the new paint in the bathroom must be getting to me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Um...didn't they paint those last week?"

"Yeah, um...but you know those paint fumes! Aha...ha...ha...yeah..." Great, Spencer. Can you act like any bigger of an idiot around a cute guy?!

Luckily, he laughed. "Yeah. But you should check your binder." He got up right as the bell rung, and I decided to look inside the bulky piece of plastic...only to find what I assume to be his phone number written in big, black, bold numbers with his name a smiley face next to it...

736-9782 JASON =)

I looked up to the doorway and there he was, looking over his shoulder smiling like he was modeling for a Crest commercial.

--

"So then what happened?!" my best friend, Chelsea asked next to me during English. I was telling her what happened during Manaldo's class...leaving out mine and Ashley's incident in the bathroom, obviously.

"Nothing, he just walked out of the room smiling like an idiot." I jotted down the notes Mrs. Platohno was jotting down on the board, uninterested in the conversation.

"Come on, Spence! Don't act like you don't think he's like, insanely cute! You like him and you know it!" Okay, so Chelsea tends to get a little...over-excited.

"Calm down, Chels. I barely know the kid. I'd never talked to him a day in my life before today."

"So?! Romeo and Juliet only knew each other for a few hours before they decided to run off and get married! Well...except I hope you guys don't die...but still! Come on, Spence! Time's irrelevant!"

"Chelsea, Spencer!" We both turned our heads back to the front, away from each other.

It's a good thing, too. Or else Chelsea might've noticed me smiling, tracing his numbers with my index finger on the paper he wrote it on.

Jason Atkins...hmmm....